there aint no coupe deville hiding at the bottom of a cracker jack box,youve been cold to me so long im cryin icicles instead of tears. 2 out of 3 aint bad always makes the hair on my neck stand up.
fuck yea!!! we both meatloaf!!! have all of his cds and some vhs tapes and dvds..bat out of hell is the best album we think.. he makes all the hair stand up on us ..in 1994 i saw him live from 7th row!!! it was fucking awsome!!! the stoners
They say that money Can't buy love in this world But it'll get you a half-pound of cocaine And a sixteen year old girl And a great big long limousine On a hot September night Now that may not be love But it is all right
I like your smile And your fingertips I like the way that you move your hips I like the cool way you look at me Everything about you is bringing me Misery
I like this one too, from Jackie DeShannon's "Bette Davis Eyes":
She'll let you take her home (it whets her appetite) She'll lay you on the throne She'll take a tumble on you Roll you like you were dice Until you come up blue She's got Bette Davis eyes
From "Black Dog" by Robert Plant, John Paul Jones, John Bonham, and Jimmy Page:
Hey hey momma, said the way you move Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove Ah ah child, way you shake that thing Gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting Hey hey baby, when you walk that way Watch your honey drip, can't keep away
We've got God on our side We're just trying to survive What if what you do to survive Kills the things you love? Fear's a powerful thing, baby It'll turn your heart black you can trust It'll take your God filled soul Fill it with devils and dust
I've looked at life from both sides now From win and lose and still somehow It's life's illusions I recall I really don't know life at all
I tell people I really like that thought and I frequently get the reply that it's cheesy or pompous. I don't think so. I think it's written by someone who lived and lost, and realized how painful that is. It's written by someone who lived and achieved success, and realized how empty that CAN be.
You probably already know I'm a Warren Zevon fan, so some of you might discount these next entries as the ravings of a gormless twit. But honestly, Zevon needs to be in this list; the guy was a genius of caustic cynicism. I'll try to limit the entries.
This one is awfully good ... from "Poor Poor Pitiful Me":
"I met a girl at the Rainbow Bar She asked me if I'd beat her She took me back to the Hiatt House I don't want to talk about it"
"Some men will drive to the edges of nothing So they can take a peak at the great abyss Some men avoid love, like it was a plague or something So they can leave the seat down when they piss"
Here's one from Donald Fagen and Walter Becker's "Cousin Dupree":
"One night we're playin gin by a cracklin fire And I decided to make my play I said, "Babe, with my boyish charm and good looks How can you stand it for one more day?" She said, "Maybe it's the skeevy look in your eyes, Or that your mind has turned to applesauce; The dreary architecture of your soul." I said, "But what is it exactly turns you off?"
This one is from The Grateful Dead's "Uncle John's Band:
"Well the first days are the hardest days Don't you worry any more Cause when life looks like Easy Street There is danger at your door Think this through with me Let me know your mind Whoa oh, what I want to know is Are you kind?"
From Tom Hambridge's "Rock Me Right" (But it's GOT to be sung by Susan Tedeschi for the right effect:
"When your stomach starts growling I know what you need darlin Oh Fix me up something salty and sweet Now homemade cookin always does the trick Your cotton ain't rotten, just needs to be picked"
The image of the two of them, flirting like crazy in the kitchen as she licks a spatula, just works for me.
It's a lesson too late for the learnin' Made of sand, made of sand In the wink of an eye my soul is turning In your hand, in your hand
Are you going away With no words of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind Well I could have loved you better I didn't mean to be unkind You know that was The last thing on my mind
You got reasons aplenty for going This I know, this I know For the weeds Have been steadily growin' Please don't go, please don't go
Are you going away With no words of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind Well I could have loved you better I didn't mean to be unkind You know that was The last thing on my mind.
His name is Humpty. (Yo, that's pronounced with an Umpty.) He looks funnpty. But yo he’s makin’ monptey. And he likes his oatmeal lumpty. He gets stoopid, shoots an arrow like Cupid, and uses words that don't mean nothin', like looptid. He’s in charge. And his nose is large. Big like a pickle. It will give ya a tickle, yo. Cuz he gots funky love for ho. He's the king of romance. But he craps in his pants. Then he does his little dance. In the Burger King bathroom, yo.
"The Humpty Dance"
[Verse 1: Humpty Hump]
All right! Stop whatcha doin' 'cause I'm about to ruin the image and the style that ya used to. I look funny, but yo I'm makin' money, see so yo world I hope you're ready for me. Now gather round I'm the new fool in town and my sound's laid down by the Underground. I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelf so just let me introduce myself My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty. Yo ladies, oh how I like to hump thee. And all the rappers in the top ten-please allow me to bump thee. I'm steppin' tall, y'all, and just like Humpty Dumpty you're gonna fall when the stereos pump me. I like to rhyme, I like my beats funky, I'm spunky. I like my oatmeal lumpy. I'm sick wit dis, straight gangsta mack but sometimes I get ridiculous I'll eat up all your crackers and your licorice hey yo fat girl, c'mere-are ya ticklish? Yeah, I called ya fat. Look at me, I'm skinny It never stopped me from gettin' busy I'm a freak I like the girls with the boom I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom I'm crazy. Allow me to amaze thee. They say I'm ugly but it just don't faze me. I'm still gettin' in the girls' pants and I even got my own dance
[Chorus:] The Humpty Dance is your chance to do the hump Do the Humpty Hump, come on and do the Humpty Hump Do the Humpty Hump, just watch me do the Humpty Hump Do ya know what I'm doin', doin' the Humpty Hump Do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump
[Verse 2:] People say "Yo, Humpty, you're really funny lookin'" that's all right 'cause I get things cookin' Ya stare, ya glare, ya constantly try to compare me but ya can't get near me I give 'em more, see, and on the floor, B, all the girls they adore me Oh yes, ladies, I'm really bein' sincere 'cause in a 69 my humpty nose will tickle ya rear. My nose is big, uh-uh I'm not ashamed Big like a pickle, I'm still gettin' paid I get laid by the ladies, ya know I'm in charge, both how I'm livin' and my nose is large I get stoopid, I shoot an arrow like Cupid, I use a word that don't mean nothin', like looptid I sang on Doowhutchalike, and if ya missed it, I'm the one who said just grab 'em in the biscuits Also told ya that I like to bite Well, yeah, I guess it's obvious, I also like to write. All ya had to do was give Humpty a chance and now I'm gonna do my dance.
[Chorus]
[Breakdown:] Oh, yeah, that's the break, y'all Let me hear a little bit of that bass groove right here Oh, yeah! Now that I told ya a little bit about myself let me tell ya a little bit about this dance It's real easy to do--check it out
[Verse 3:] First I limp to the side like my leg was broken Shakin' and twitchin' kinda like I was smokin' Crazy wack funky People say ya look like M.C. Hammer on crack, Humpty That's all right 'cause my body's in motion It's supposed to look like a fit or a convulsion Anyone can play this game This is my dance, y'all, Humpty Hump's my name No two people will do it the same Ya got it down when ya appear to be in pain Humpin', funkin', jumpin', jig around, shakin' ya rump, and when the dude a chump pump points a finger like a stump tell him step off, I'm doin' the Hump.
[Chorus]
Black people, do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump White people, do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump Puerto Ricans, do the Humpty Hump, just keep on doin' the hump Samoans, do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump
Let's get stoopid!
[Chorus]
Oh, yeah, come on and break it down
[Outro:] Once again, the Underground is in the house I'd like to send a shout out to the whole world, keep on doin' the Humpty Dance, and to the ladies, peace and humptiness forever